Archive for January, 2009

A little piece of history…

Posted in holiday, musings, rant with tags , , on 27/01/2009 by sangomasmith

Having just finished a holiday in Mozambique, I was interested to read about some of its history. Specifically, in a book I am currently devouring on the history of Africa.

This one little episode pretty much sums up colonialism:

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A most dreaded day…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on 27/01/2009 by sangomasmith

It has finally happened: A windows trouble-shooting wizard has actually solved a real problem. Specifically, the non-operation of my brother’s external HDD.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the garage brushing up on my design for the ariel porcine avenger AA gun. Man’s gotta eat you know…

A bow update

Posted in bow, DIY, holiday, projects with tags , , on 21/01/2009 by sangomasmith

Work on the bow has now ceased. The result is a bouncing baby bow, much loved and adored.

This means that those with time to blow can now get a recipe for the cheap recurve they have always wanted:

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Posted in musings, News-related, pedantry, rant with tags , , on 21/01/2009 by sangomasmith

It has come to my attention that some morons out there still believe in horoscopes; which is strange as they are essentially a source of entertainment and nothing more.

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Posted in holiday, musings with tags , , on 21/01/2009 by sangomasmith

My holiday this last year included some time in mozambique, a wonderful experience that unfortunately ended with me being bitten by something nasty.

A full day later, when the swelling and tingling had stopped, and my opinion of the place had still not changed: I loved it.

Mozambique is what it is: A small tropical country still trying to rebuild itself after a long and bloody civil war. From what I’ve heard; every time you visit something major has changed. When my father went in on business, the harbours were still mined. When his friend went in two years later the major roads were still unpaved. The country itself changes before your eyes as rural areas blend into cities. Reed buildings give way to broken colonial mansions, which in turn give way to soviet-style apartments and shining new car dealerships before the cycle abruptly reverses. Mozambique is at once what every tourist seems to believe is the ‘real’ Africa and the exact opposite. It is a nation moving towards the future and a nation that is currently almost a stereotype of a tropical banana republic.

Of course, we did all the touristy things. We swam in the warm oceans twice a day and ate the fresh bread from the nearby bakery. We slept under mosquito nets in our generator-powered hilltop cabins and drank at a tourist pub. We stayed up and watched the moon rise, golden and improbably large, over the ocean. We had, in short, a holiday. I can’t, therefore, claim to have taken the pulse of the nation. But the feeling that I could sense some intangible strand of direction in the things I saw and heard we sped through our carefully managed experience is still strong.

Maybe in a few years time, when the country has changed again, I’ll know if I was right.

Oh, and for the record: we paid no bribes and spent not more than half and hour at the border control. So much for the hype.

Back again.

Posted in Uncategorized on 21/01/2009 by sangomasmith

It’s the end of the holiday season, at least on my end. Brace yourself for a bunch of delayed posts!